“The sun shines, the wind blows soft, the summer is in the land; but your summer sun and your winter fire is gone, and the world is waste to you. So let it be. Your life is hid with Christ in God, at the heart of all summers — so “comfort thyself” that this world will look by and by a tearful dream fading away in the light of the morning.”
George MacDonald, An Expression of Character; From a letter of condolence to a friend on the death of her husband, 1872.
Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?